tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45295532218910283212023-11-16T09:42:43.221-08:00My U!niverseUmairaUlfaUmarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849272022847676803noreply@blogger.comBlogger240125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529553221891028321.post-69205797714674068792018-01-06T00:02:00.003-08:002018-01-06T00:02:59.141-08:00Dusting 4 Years of SilenceIt is 2018 and Yes, I am back. Cliche to say, lots has happened and I have not stopped writing and it was mainly for work except for the Editor’s Note that I can actually insert a bit of my life experiences and advices for a certain audience.<br />
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But of lately, I miss talking about my children. They have grown and I need to change this space to a different name because we have another U ini our U!niverse; Khaira Uzma Aisyah. She is turning five in 9 days time, currently down with cough and fever after four days of school. The poor kid.<br />
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<img src="webkit-fake-url://b5fecc75-ae46-4c6a-b380-8e581d2ce8ad/imagegif" /><i>Khaira at about a year old</i>.<br />
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Besides Khaira, I almost had another U, but the child passed away when he or she was 16 weeks in my tummy. I found out about this sad news on my birthday about four years ago, when Khaira was about 10 months old. After that traumatising experience of lost, of contractions in the ward and actually ‘giving birth’ infront of my bestfriends, going through D&C, not attending my own child’s funeral, feeling of loss, going through two weeks of superstrict pantang, cukuplah four kids lah haaaa... Why am I justifying? Because I get asked if I am looking at adding more number of kids when the truth be told, saya trauma kematian anak.<br />
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Fast forward to 2018, since my youngest are also attending school, I am actually feeling the emptynest syndrome, percaya tak? One week of clearing off leave and getting to focus on kids’ first week of school made me realize how fast time flies and soon, or before I know it, they’d be in boarding schools and furthering their studies. Gasp!<br />
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That is why, this time around, beginning of 2018, I have decided to start writing about my kids again. To document as much memories as I can for my personal ipleasure and to be read later or whenever I miss or think of them.<br />
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It will be a bunch of carca merba stuff but tak kisahlah, sendiri mahu baca.<br />
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Till the next posting and I hope tidaklah empat tahun lagi ya...<br />
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<br />UmairaUlfaUmarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849272022847676803noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529553221891028321.post-84359983207196617962014-06-28T15:19:00.001-07:002014-06-28T15:19:38.954-07:00Here Comes RamadhanAlhamdulillah, we're here to celebrate Ramadhan again, syukur dpt meet this wonderful month again and what "bothers" me the most is, would it be our last? Masa dtg pergi mcm sekelip mata and it gets faster everytime you mention about time. Tak tau apa yg Allah nak bagi this time tapi I want to make the best out of it kali ni - less lahap, less talking, less rasa marah, less shopping... Fuhhhh izinkanlah ya Allah...<div><br></div><div>And this year Umar joins the fasting bandwagon. Sahur tadi terkemut2 nak telan. Daddy helped suap so atleast ada lah tujuh suap nasi dlm perut. And I am LOVING the fact the first Ramadhan is on a weekend! We get to enjoy Terawih ramai2. Maybe school nights the kids may not get to do but weekends are a definite must go for them, insyaAllah I will see that this comes true. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Now to nap before the day starts. Chaiyok! Happy 1 Ramadhan!</div><div><br></div>UmairaUlfaUmarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849272022847676803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529553221891028321.post-37807734531856641892014-06-21T10:32:00.001-07:002014-06-21T10:32:07.584-07:00Till death do us part...And that was what this week all about. We lost my dear dear cousin Effendi Rodzi on. June 14th. Cause of death, heart attack. He was two days older than me. When we were younger, I was always the partner-in-crime to Kak Jana, his older sister. He will be my arwah adik, Azlan's partner. And Malyn gang dgn Ita. Everytime cutiskolah the six of us would travel together balik Guar nak lepak with maklang and paklang and our elder cousins. Our parents would send us sama ada naik flight or bas. Zaman tu flight fares were cheap.<div>Fendi and I were not only related by blood but we went to the same school and have the same circle of friends. I remember if Mama had something to pass to Aunty, I would have to go to his class and ask permission to see him and vice versa. </div><div>Things changed when we both got older, married to our partners and had kids. Some family drama happened but no matter how twisted things become, we always still become as close like before. I always take the air dicincang takkan putus peribahasa to heart coz for me, I dont just come from a family of four, him and his two sisters are my siblings too. Somehow, you just can't tear the sevem siblings apart.</div><div>It was quite a surprise when I saw him at a gadget launch some time in early Feb. Said hi, chat a little and what shocked me the most was he insisted we take pictures together before we leave the event. Mmg terdetik dlm hati, this wasn't a habit or a ritual we practise. Yes there are family photos but it was really a big family photo. Itulah kenangan terakhir of me and him.</div><div>And now he has returned to his Creator. It shocked the family, to lose him dlm sekelip mata. Who would have thought. It broke his parents' heart and I always say it's heartbreaking when parents have to bury their own child, no matter what the circumstances. And for a wife to lose her soulmate. A child to lose her father. </div><div>Mati itu janji Allah. It's how you terima dan redha so you can move on. I pray Allah gives strength to his wife and child, his parents, his siblings, his friends... You will be missed dear dear cousin, dear dear abang...</div><div>Semoga Allah tempatkanmu di kalangan orang dikasihiNya. Al-fatihah...</div>UmairaUlfaUmarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849272022847676803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529553221891028321.post-57520009460421832014-06-03T00:02:00.004-07:002014-06-03T01:39:39.044-07:00Cara Bawa Anak Kecil Pegi Tonton Wayang, ada berani?Yes we did it! We took Khaira who is one year and four months old to the movies last night. Pergi layan Maleficent okengg. I have to admit, walaupun nampak muka cool dan chill walaupun ada pandangan atas ke bawah kiri ke kanan daripada mereka2 yang melihat kami bak gerabak keretapi ke panggung wayang, tapi dalam hati ada taman yang sedang ditiup angin2 gelisah (gittewwww).<br />
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I actually started taking my kids to the movies as they reach three years old. So for Khaira, it is a personal record for us coz she's so young.<br />
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Begini caranya untuk buat si kecil tidak meraban dan menjadi punca kalian di halau keluar daripada panggung kerana memekak, menangis dan mengganggu ketenteraman...<br />
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1.<span style="color: blue;"> <b style="background-color: white;">Prepare food</b>.</span> Bukanlah nasi lemak, nasi ayam bagai. All those jajans yang ada jual kat kiosk wayang tu, buy them! Unfortunately, TGV kiosk only sells popcorns and hotdogs, but we took them.<br />
Bila dia nak nguek jek, offer makanan. That distracted her, sambil memenuhkan perut.<br />
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2. <span style="color: blue;"><b>Keep her calm, jadi kamu kena tenang.</b></span> If you start a screaming match with your child, tak kesudahan dan confirm kena halau. And tak perlu garang2 nak suruh dia diam. Distract her, we were lucky Maleficent is a beautiful movie, so banyaklah benda2 pelik you can show her during the show. Kids will appreciate.<br />
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3. <b><span style="color: blue;">Jangan masuk panggung too early</span></b>. When you are 'punctual' you go in a super huge quiet room. And when the screen starts showing those super-loud advertisements, and the lights go off, your kid is going to panic and she will cry. That's what happened to my eldest when she was younger. Being a kiasu mom, memang lah nak sampai awal je kan, macamlah main chup2 seat padahal dah tahu tempat duduk. But I have learnt, kalau nak enjoy the movie, masuk je lambat skit. We were almost half and hour late, coz long que at the jajan counter. Went in, the ads were still blaring. Khaira adjusted her sight and hearing, tadaaaa... she was curious. But ehem, she's a huge fan of advertisements so adjusted well.<br />
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4.<b><span style="color: blue;"> It's okay to bring a stroller along</span></b>. Mana nak bawak air, popcorn, hotdogs, twisties etc dengan dukung anak, make sure anak lain pun tak berterabur lari, you atleast need one child contained lah haaaa... And atleast can sangkut whatever is in plastic bags on your stroller. You can leave the stroller at the back of the hall while you're enjoying the movie.<br />
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5. <span style="color: blue;"><b>You can talk to your child during the show</b></span>, tapi janganlah bersembang kuat macam kat rumah. Keep your voice low as you whisper in her ears. That will keep her calm.<br />
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6. <span style="color: blue;"><b>You can let her walk around, but</b></span> within you kawasan and be careful jangan sampai tersentuh kepala orang depan or menghentak their seat. I get very annoyed if there's a child dok tendang2 the back of my seat so I don't let my kids do it too.<br />
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7. <b><span style="color: blue;">Bawa plastik sampah.</span></b> Kids make mess, that's just how it is. Supaya nampak macam parents yang hebat skit, (haha) bawa plastik sampai to thrash whatever bekas makan yang ada. I always teach my kids to not leave their sampah on their seats when the show is over. Cari tong sampah lepas keluar wayang.<br />
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So yes, if enjoy your movie. Have a great time (tak bermakna kena ketawa terbahak2 pun). Praise your child/kids if they behaved well, itu doa supaya dia teruskan dengan perangai baiknya...<br />
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<br />UmairaUlfaUmarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849272022847676803noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529553221891028321.post-76007114781379729952014-05-15T08:17:00.001-07:002014-05-15T08:20:54.108-07:00Housekeeping<div><br></div>I miss this place, I do think about it. Inspired to write tapi it will soUnd merepek and sgt disorganized.<div><br></div><div>Stress dengannya. Rasa nak nangis. </div><div><br></div><div>As a distraction, let me update about the kids lah haaa... My boy is progressing great in achool. He reads well, even teachers have remarked that. He's got many friends and he's the only child (of mine) yang tak kena buli or pau duit. The cutest thing, at least to me it is, that he refuses to bawak selain dari duit seringgit2. Once or twice He gets RM5 seketul from Tok Baba, he will decline and asks for the blue notes. Senang, kan?</div><div><br></div><div>My Ulfa does me proud this year. She is number two in class for sekolah agama. Alhamdulillah. I feel she is more terang hati and senang terima ilmu, cepat serap. Like Umar, you can't teach him benda yg sama ulang2. It'd just annoy him. With Ulfa, she listens and understands fast.</div><div><br></div><div>Umaira is very much like me when I was younger, much younger. Ala Umar, can't teach ulang2, terus block and tak masuk kepala. And you can see her face berubah, like ada a shield just covers her face as you try again and again to make her understand. But you will be surprised when she sits with adik2 to revise their homework. She will be the one teaching them how to do and get answers. </div><div><br></div><div>And little Khaira is not so little anymore... Time flies and she's one year and four months today. Have yet to start walking but she sponges quirky things faaaaassstt. I taught her to make hidung busuk dua kali, terus dapat! Well, I also merepek la kan ajar benda membadutkan je...</div><div><br></div><div>My fifth would have been a month old right now. I miss her/him dearly...</div><div><br></div><div>Off to bed. Esok Friday, syukurrrr!!!</div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirpFQBZQVVoxL-l-hz1hxjYzSX9G-GWpSvGQOPHBHFzhOvhaP-sev-nO7r0FJ2yajstJIp-buudiLHqoO_s28U1wc8vlb9uw_PY-Due68bFScRuLoVrRkarYZA30g4g7YzHSRZqrF8orU/s640/blogger-image-1012604690.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirpFQBZQVVoxL-l-hz1hxjYzSX9G-GWpSvGQOPHBHFzhOvhaP-sev-nO7r0FJ2yajstJIp-buudiLHqoO_s28U1wc8vlb9uw_PY-Due68bFScRuLoVrRkarYZA30g4g7YzHSRZqrF8orU/s640/blogger-image-1012604690.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>This is in our album. I suspect the little girl took this in the car. Bertuah!,</div><div><br></div>UmairaUlfaUmarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849272022847676803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529553221891028321.post-84841561987387599932013-12-01T08:39:00.001-08:002013-12-01T08:39:53.428-08:00So..!Dah masuk 2nd December. 29 days to a new year. My only son will enter primary school. Eldest kakak will be in primary four, second daughter in primary two. Come Jan 15th, Khaira turns one.<div><br></div><div>People say time flies, I say it jets away these days.</div><div><br></div><div>It's half hour past midnight now. Soon, the girls will start their mengaji classes and Umar continues with kindy till mid month. They're super excited to seeing friends again. Bagus jugak, drpd duduk langut kat rumah. </div><div><br></div><div>And while they r in school, I have an appointment with the gynae and all I can say right now, I hope all is fine.</div><div><br></div><div>Selamat malam...</div>UmairaUlfaUmarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849272022847676803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529553221891028321.post-77584679021432573572013-11-13T08:10:00.001-08:002013-11-13T08:10:55.405-08:00Rindu and the truthThis is really how I feel...<div><br></div><div>When u ask me how i'm doing, terkelu lidah nak balas "i'm okay..." Coz the truth is, I am not. </div><div><br></div><div>And I can not help u feel better by saying "i'm okay", coz really, I am not.</div><div><br></div><div>Being strong is hard and it gets tiring.</div><div><br></div><div>Losing a child is the worst experience ever.</div><div><br></div><div>I miss u my child. </div>UmairaUlfaUmarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849272022847676803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529553221891028321.post-87939434748434736262013-11-04T16:19:00.001-08:002013-11-04T16:19:44.714-08:00One week milestoneHabis dah antibiotics. <div>Time flies...</div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghATcettqHL090ZgQUYNZOUx84ZnVZ0jG8m6ehMOjWk8JS4qiwtFgg6o5qHYPX_lVcXPAa85RtnJRabwUmR7RtuFWSscpVPgddbSiMrYzPqd3_h0LSkRF1-qcOHZ-hNZjK8NIeW4uSWOQ/s640/blogger-image-1050899906.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghATcettqHL090ZgQUYNZOUx84ZnVZ0jG8m6ehMOjWk8JS4qiwtFgg6o5qHYPX_lVcXPAa85RtnJRabwUmR7RtuFWSscpVPgddbSiMrYzPqd3_h0LSkRF1-qcOHZ-hNZjK8NIeW4uSWOQ/s640/blogger-image-1050899906.jpg"></a></div></div>UmairaUlfaUmarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849272022847676803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529553221891028321.post-74600504437886527892013-10-28T16:35:00.001-07:002013-10-28T16:35:14.299-07:00AlFatihah dear child"Kesian baby Mummy"<div><br></div><div>Allah pinjamkan dia for almost 4 months ikut mummy ke mana2, to work, to events, interviews, redah jam, masuk meeting, lepek tengok Mr Arrogant...</div><div><br></div><div>Baby was confirmed without heartbeat on my birthday. I was devastated then. And semalam selesai sudah proses forced labour, melahirkan dgn penuh drama (didnt even make it to the labour room), dnc di bawah paras sedar (love and hate u ubat bius!)... Dan lepas Asar and just before the rain, suami selamat kebumikan our lifeless child whose sex cant be determined coz he/she was too small.</div><div><br></div><div>Alhamdulillah for suami, mama, papa, sisters, family and friends who were always there supporting me.</div><div><br></div><div>Love you so much my child. Doakan Mummy and Daddy dapat berjumpa denganmu di Jannah. Amin.</div>UmairaUlfaUmarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849272022847676803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529553221891028321.post-81337510059506997372013-10-13T05:13:00.001-07:002013-10-13T05:13:29.167-07:00Of children and medalsSomething of a continuation from the last post. Something to do about my "protectiveness" over my children. Mak lah katakan.<div><br></div><div>I have listened to so much not-so-nice stuff about being pregnant/having children (more than 3 that is) etc. ayat2 mcm "suburnya depa tu..." bunyi spt positif tapi nadanya ada kala berbau sindir. All these taken with a pinch of salt but tidaklah menyakitkan hati, jika dibandingkan dgn satu peristiwa yg cukup mengguris perasaan.</div><div><br></div><div>I realize in the past week, ada org boleh cakap sesuatu yg hmmmm... How do we categorize this? To me agak kejam. Apatah lagi dtg dari yg ada pertalian darah. </div><div><br></div><div>Berbangga dengan pencapaian anak memang sesuatu yg lumrah bagi mereka bergelar parents. Kita pun tumpang happy... Why not. Such inspiration! But there is a huge difference between bragging/show off to spite a person and talking like a proud parent. You can surely tell. </div><div><br></div><div>I tumpang bangga your kid collects so much medals that you have to find boxes to keep them. Tapi perlu ke bersindir seakan2 org lain tak mampu hasilkan anak berkualiti? Motip??</div><div><br></div><div>But I am more proud that I have four gold medals given by Allah, tak perlu nak risau depa berhabuk pun. And every single day they have shown me so many achievements that I wont be able to write or tell others about because saya tak larat nak tulis lah!</div><div><br></div><div>For all that, saya amat bersyukur. Alhamdulillah...</div><div><br></div><div>Insyaallah another gold medal in april 2014. Woohoooo!</div>UmairaUlfaUmarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849272022847676803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529553221891028321.post-21969338635470242582013-09-28T17:17:00.001-07:002013-09-28T17:17:40.177-07:00That I think is funny...Ceritanya begini...<div><br></div><div>My nenek has 13 children. I have three siblings. My father is the youngest child of five. My tok ngah has 8 kids. A cousin of mine has five children. The other raised four. I have an aunt who's got four kids.</div><div><br></div><div>I am pregnant with my fifth. Reactions I get so far: "you are WHAT?!" "Alhamdulillah" "Tahniah" "Bukan baru dapat baby ke?" "Are you crazy?"</div><div><br></div><div>Which are the ones that amuses me?</div><div><br></div><div>Needless to say, I'm very protective/defensive over this one.</div><div><br></div><div>And I have so much love to give to each of my child. Syukur dgn kurniaan ini.</div>UmairaUlfaUmarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849272022847676803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529553221891028321.post-14772218774603351512013-08-11T23:18:00.003-07:002013-08-11T23:18:28.960-07:00Rindu Kat Raya, Ngada Tak?Bila raya kelima dah kena kerja, memang rasa "gilalah, that has got to be the shortest raya ever!" Well, memang pun coz third raya, orang masih sibuk beraya here and there, we were already on our way home from Tganu. Kononnya nak chill jek on the way home, no rush kan, hamik ko, 12 jam dalam kereta! The jam came towards the end of the journey, at Genting Sempah area. It wasnt too bad, but we were an hour behind our estimated time of arrival.<br />
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And Sunday, bosan kat rumah. Could have gone to my parents' place but they were still in Johor, ikut my BIL's family beraya. Boleh lah macam tu kan? Besides, Khaira kena flu so it was all for her recovery. And melayan dia memerap dengan kita.<br />
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<u>Di Terengganu</u><br />
Proud to say, we visited almost 20 houses in two days. But we didn't have to drive to all of them, half of it memang menapak cuma saja. Rumah maksu, sebelah jek. Rumah abg Long, belakang jek, rumah Makcik sebelah rumah maksu, and sebelahnya rumah Mak Teh. I think, by the time we were at Mak Teh's house, the kids were already asking when are we going home. Belasah kang! Dah ler pergi each house less than half hour jek pun, lagi mau merungut ka? Duit raya orang bagi amik plak kan? After dah cover the 'neighbours' we went to cousins house plak, ni kena drive la skit but still in one kampung. Truthfully, the houses I went to are familiar (berdasarkan raya lampau) tapi siapa nama tuan rumah, ampun sesangat, tak masuk dalam kepala. Depa ni tabiat jenis "jom gi rumah Na" takpun, "tu rumah Ja" or "Gi rumah Nah." Na and Nah... rasa2 tak confuse ke ni orang sama ke orang lain? I have two sister in laws yang dipanggil Mah. And everytime abg ajis sebut, i will go which Kak Mah? So kenalah label Mah Pasir Putih, Mah Beranang. And I am Da. Do you know berapa ramai 'Da' kat area tu? Maka saya pun jadilah 'Da menantu Mok Ngoh' or 'Da bini Jeh' dengan harapan I am famous enough to be remembered la kan hehehehe...<br />
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One of the nieces, panggil Yu. Bertahun-tahun lamanya I assume nama dia Ayu. Rupa2nya NURUL wehhh! hehehehee... Ti plak is Izzati, bukan Yati ya... Luckily lah my kids tak dishortformkan jadi Ya, Fa, Mmar... Ada gak mak sendiri pun tak kenal. "Ya mana?" "Weh, anak mung sendirik mung dok kenaaaaal?" Mampos!<br />
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Another reason why I truly enjoyed Raya di Terengganu is the FOOD. My sister in laws cooked tak banyak tapi apa yang ada tu, sangat sedap. My personal favourite is the kuah kacang berayam. Yes, kuah kacang ada isi ayam. Memula dengar I was like, eek, apakah? Tapi bila dah masuk mulut, siang malam kot hadap the same thing. Sedap gilos. Makacih lah Kak Mah Pasir Putih untuk air tanganmu itu. Nasi minyak rumah Makcik was awesome. Mi kari at one of azis's cousins also sodap coz ada sambal kerang. Itu lauk pauk raya... We stopped at my bestie's house in Kuantan and she made baked pasta pun sodap!! Alhamdulillah utk nikmat kesedapan tak terhingga.<br />
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<u>Dah Balik KL Ni...</u><br />
Masuk opis I sorang jek kat editorial mag ni. Ingatkan ada lagi sorang. Server lak tak disangka2 down plak. Ngangaism lah kejap. Bila team IT dah baiki siap thousand apologies bagai, terus ketuk cover story. Bersemangat semacam. Tak sedar dah satu lebih. Perut mula menjerit "makan lah weyy!" (napa bulan puasa okay jek berpuasa, sebab dah niat kot). Menonong ke kedai sama untuk mendapatkan.... Ayam Paprikkkkkk! Sedapnya makannnnn!<br />
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Ok dah merapu. And oh, Happy Birthday Iqbal Umar. He's finally SIX years old. Sepanjang tahun cakap he's six padahal masih five. I am taking leave tomorrow to celebrate with tok Mama and Baba.<br />
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Toodles!UmairaUlfaUmarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849272022847676803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529553221891028321.post-33642108441383345042013-08-06T15:02:00.001-07:002013-08-06T15:02:59.026-07:00Mudik Lebaran 2013Kami balik Terengganu. Mmg sudah perjanjian since kahwin, dua tahun sekali for raya is turn family Daddy. Bagus gak kids leh experience suasana berbeza aka kampung from their Dad's side. Raya dgn my parents mmg bandar abis. Ni barulah dpt tgok ayam itik bagai and ehem, merasa pasir masuk kasut. And I think Ulfa was a bit traumatised when she saw with her own eyes mcm mana ayam kena sembelih. Dah la Daddy lak tukang pegang. We had to explain that's just how things work. Selama ni tau ngap je kan...<div><br></div><div>And this time we are staying in Sofea homestay in Kg Atas Tol. For a homestay, I give it 4.5 stars for cleanliness, location and amenities. Memang selesa! 3 rooms n two baths. Airconds in hall and master. Kitchen pun quite complete. Got iron and ironing board annndddd a HUGE washing machine! Kalau tau mmg I dont need to pack so much. Recycle jek tshirts and jeans all.</div><div><br></div><div>And it's the last day of Ramadhan. Melancholic skit. </div><div><br></div><div>And I have a huge news to share. I shall do it when the time is right. For now, nak enjoy Ganu wehhhhh!</div>UmairaUlfaUmarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849272022847676803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529553221891028321.post-29449783597869008862013-06-23T08:12:00.001-07:002013-06-23T08:12:50.009-07:00Super Sunday BluesDo you know what it takes to get me writing here? Rasa cemburu. Jealous sbb a friend rajin her blog. Bukan panjang lebar pun, but she does it. Me? Lupa. Takde idea. Lupa. Malas pun kdg2 ya gak. Lupa. Sindrom lepas beranak? Maybe. Lantak.<div><br></div><div>Today, worst day for a Sunday (why cant I just say the worst Sunday), coz we cant do any outdoor activites (mcm la buat pun). Haze yg sangat sangat sangat teruk. I live in a hilly (such word?) area, with lots of trees, pencemaran too dahsyat lah. And we do get kabus here okay. None of that now. I hope the jerebu berambus soon. We hate you. We dont need you. And yes, we are now dgn padan-mukanya is reminded to take better care of our environment. Noted. </div><div><br></div><div>So we are now in a state of emergency. Well, atleast the kids dont have to go to school. We parents still have to tempuh the haze tomorrow. Good luck to us!</div><div><br></div><div>And oh, even Mr Cat is not allowed outside. </div><div><br></div><div>So here's to a better week ahead. Amin.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYHt260RH_Qp_kUNA9peAV5ZvKhpdYRb-6iQ6tmse1Ohz9p5VO0Y5qr3ykWC_Hnyra7lpk_VPARtkX2jeRFJ5djRah2uqPQmAuR0pgaSpinMajNRVaW_AHo9oLI3U7abch7O0UKHyzGl4/s640/blogger-image-49174240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYHt260RH_Qp_kUNA9peAV5ZvKhpdYRb-6iQ6tmse1Ohz9p5VO0Y5qr3ykWC_Hnyra7lpk_VPARtkX2jeRFJ5djRah2uqPQmAuR0pgaSpinMajNRVaW_AHo9oLI3U7abch7O0UKHyzGl4/s640/blogger-image-49174240.jpg"></a></div></div>UmairaUlfaUmarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849272022847676803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529553221891028321.post-84810836543513446052013-04-02T18:31:00.001-07:002013-04-02T18:31:06.017-07:00A Quick UpdateI'm back at work, third week actually. First day masuk jek terus check leave balance last year. Tengok ada 3.5 days, so sudah dihabiskan within two weeks coz that has to go before end of March. And it was perfect timing too coz we had a kenduri aqiqah, cukur jambul and birthday party for Khaira and Umaira. And also doa selamat as housewarming. That was last weekend.<br />
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Khaira is doing great. All this while I thought she's yabam enough, but during the kenduri I was so terkejut campur jealous tengok keyabaman (such word, I made that up) their babies. They're like super yabam! Gerammmmmmm...! <br />
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UmairaUlfaUmarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849272022847676803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529553221891028321.post-53020412897174382562013-01-21T00:24:00.001-08:002013-01-21T00:24:33.170-08:00Introducing...The latest edition to Azis and Anida household... Khaira Uzma Aisyah. Born on 15th January 2012, 3.25pm at 3.35kg, normal with lots of tear. Okay, kira dedua lah tears and tear hehe! She is worth all that pain - kena induce, pecah ketuban and crazy contractions, cucuk pain killer, two jabs to kecutkan rahim, lost count jabs to jahit the tear... Bak kata the nurse, redhakan saja ya dik. Hehe! Kena leyy.. Sudah 40 weeks in the tummy, doc didnt want to risk she terberak. And mmg pun! Lahir2 jek she berak! Close call!<br />
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A tad worried about moving office. Hopefully I will be motivated enough to get my ass to the office, pack everything nicely for the movers. Lepas tu... Whatever will b will b leyy!<br />
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Besides adjusting to sleeping at a new place, I got major issues with driving so far to work. Journey on first day was so stressful I actually cried. But today was much much better. Weehoooo for nkve hehehee... But the dsara-sprint exit mmg mcm haram la jugak. Layankan jek...<br />
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Came home to my beautiful babies. And no matter how letih and lesu and mentally drained u are tak sampai hati nak taknak layan them. Their day wasnt eventful i'm sure coz masih school holidays tapi they looked like they had more fun than i did, for sure!<br />
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Lepas dinner, duduk jap kat sofa, umar came up to me with the tv remote. "Mummy nak change to 711?" Waaaaahh! Berbunga hatiku... He knew i need to destress. That's more than half the burden of my day gone!<br />
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Then we all lepak in my room. They were playing hide n seek. They thought it was hillarious that i said "i seeeeee youuuu..." Kelam kabut lari masing2 sambil gelak sakan. Like it's the funniest thing in the world padahal mummy cud only mengiring on the bed with her big tummy. Sekelip mata the stress of the day vanished.<br />
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Indahnya kurniaan that I have at home. And I promise myself, this will always be my priority. I work for my family, I dont do it for anything else. That shud keep me going. Bismillah and biiznillah I will get thru the week and the new year... Coz I have my prescious waiting at home.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ni dok mintak baju skolah gak ni, sebab attention mmg kat kakak2 only. At this time, we were looking at Kakaks' shoes. He wanted a black pair (sapa ntah lantik dia jadi pengawas?). So I told him to get a school bag instead. Luckily saploh hengget jek. Ahaks!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I am not able to bend down and help them try. Mummy memang jadi cashier saja. Daddy tukang pilih. I wish they prepared tempat duduk, coz by then my kaki dah nak cramp.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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Dapat jek gaji terus serbu the nearest Jusco. Why Jusco? Memang banyak pilihan apatah lagi beli awal2 ni memang banyaklah saiz yang ada. And kebetulan time ni tak ramai orang. Aaanddd... Sebab Jusco members dapat 10% discount lagi. When you have more than one kids untuk disekolahkan, discounts help, a lot! Itupun ni baru shopping untuk two girls and baju sekolah rendah sahaja... Lom lagi baju sekolah agama... Belum lagi yurannya, buku sekolahnya, Umar's kindy yada yada yada... oh sangapnya. But bak kata seorang teman baik "you are investing in their future." I shall chant this whenever I look at my bank balance.<br />
Gulp!<br />
<br />UmairaUlfaUmarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849272022847676803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529553221891028321.post-23871417825780517772012-11-26T22:20:00.003-08:002012-11-26T22:20:50.078-08:00Count DownMy pregnant partner-in-crime dah selamat melahirkan her baby girl. So now's my turn to rasa gabrak tak pasal-pasal...<br />
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tic-toc.UmairaUlfaUmarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849272022847676803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529553221891028321.post-83773403910170680582012-11-24T09:43:00.001-08:002012-11-24T09:43:40.036-08:00Psy vs MC HammerNot talking about the recent AMA2012, but I'm referring to what's basically is going on in the huge tummy of mine. Little one is doing some somersault routine which movements mimic very closely to the closing of the awards show.<br />
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Which is the main reason why I cant sleep anytime before 12am. And the movements may continue till 3am. Ada one night saja this week that I got myself a peaceful rest and sleep.<br />
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Ohkay... This new setting for phone blogging mmg weird. I cant see what I'm typing. Pffthhh! <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5LTD6zKgg0dU13v9JPagJLkxwjA1kKgRwZ8PXdtU0e1f2aFedXyeHX7rs14gEEoc1rtficZuSqzh_Df5J8Tosx-yVHb7ofDup6VJb07QYpXVXO4jtOYNcUgVys_lkEf65H4yMlIlp1NM/s640/blogger-image--2034103239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5LTD6zKgg0dU13v9JPagJLkxwjA1kKgRwZ8PXdtU0e1f2aFedXyeHX7rs14gEEoc1rtficZuSqzh_Df5J8Tosx-yVHb7ofDup6VJb07QYpXVXO4jtOYNcUgVys_lkEf65H4yMlIlp1NM/s640/blogger-image--2034103239.jpg" /></a></div>UmairaUlfaUmarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849272022847676803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529553221891028321.post-80013608538980210612012-11-16T08:30:00.001-08:002012-11-16T08:32:23.608-08:00Mini updatesI'm huge! Like hugeeeeeee! Forth pregnancy menyaksikan berat badan terhebat pernah dicapai - 70kg. I feel like a huge beach ball yg tak larat nak golek pun. But ada yg ckp my face and back tak nampak pregnant but cant hide that huge belly! The thing is during the last checkup baby is only about 1.5kg. Dah hok lain tu mendenya? Byk nau carry air ya.<br />
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Progress with new house berjalan lancar. By end of next week dah clear all cabinets so we can start moving in by end of the month kalau nak. Yeyy! I am only upset with the colour of my wardrobe, it's this yucky brown that looks so cheapo, did I really choos the colour. Why why why?<br />
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I've also started to shop for the baby. I must stop buying clothes. Kakak's baju yg elok2 all I still keep. My wishlist? A nice stroller for baby. Coz my fav stroller sudah pass kat SIL. Kira khalas lah tu.<br />
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Kids r excited about moving house and school but I'm so anxious for them. It's like first day of school all over again and times three! I am gonna miss Damansara area more than they do, believe me. Sob!<br />
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Xleh nak baring right now wpun dah lepas midnight. Se'eh and I feel besauuuuuuu! <br />
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I am currently 7.75 months pregnant. January, I can't wait for you!<br />
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“We are talking about school laaaaah...”<br />
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(Me and Daddy... Tergamam)<br />
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So yes, Daddy's bday was two days ago. This morning while I was hurrying to get ready, Umar who was looking at the flower bouquet we gave Daddy said...<br />
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“Omygod Mummy! We forgot to get cake for Daddy!!!!” Dengan nada kesal tak sudah...<br />
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Disclaimer: these may not b funny to u but is if to us. Satu, sbb suka ati lah. And dua, whenever he speaks clearly we are always amazed! <br />
And any parents wud agree, their kids have the best antics/tabiat/gedikness.<br />
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G'nite!<br />
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UmairaUlfaUmarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849272022847676803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529553221891028321.post-84305086720465703722012-10-03T06:06:00.001-07:002012-10-03T06:06:34.984-07:00Happy birthday Daddy!Thank you for being an awesome husband and father. We looooooovvveeeee youuuuu! <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0PENn8I5dXQuCDNYz9QXTE82WOh_xFbOcQcDaNkWs_8LGV4pLKPhE-EGLRCWENBlrbLXfQ7ocF9RHQEZxpSKQxuyqrL4Z6vt1hsntxlQWhXKd4P_-p6BFMlFcn1IocIlidAxPkpr0qRQ/s640/blogger-image--1806628994.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0PENn8I5dXQuCDNYz9QXTE82WOh_xFbOcQcDaNkWs_8LGV4pLKPhE-EGLRCWENBlrbLXfQ7ocF9RHQEZxpSKQxuyqrL4Z6vt1hsntxlQWhXKd4P_-p6BFMlFcn1IocIlidAxPkpr0qRQ/s640/blogger-image--1806628994.jpg" /></a></div>UmairaUlfaUmarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849272022847676803noreply@blogger.com0